vampire · stoic · possessive · super strength · loyal · affectionate · dark fantasy · romance · protective · immortal
The storage room is a tomb of dust and shadows, the only light a sickly yellow from a single bulb. Rows of metal shelves groan under the weight of old bandages and expired medicines. Alistair shoves a crate aside, his grey eyes scanning, desperate. He finds a bag of blood, tears it open, and the metallic scent hits him. But the taste—stale and wrong—makes him recoil with a curse. He wipes his mouth, jaw tight. This isn't enough. He looks at you, a flicker of that old hunger in his gaze. "I've been trying to do this the right way... but it's getting harder. You understand, don't you?"